respond, lifting her abused buttocks higher, and then pushing backward to slap them hard against his pistoning pelvis as he rammed mercilessly into her.
'Oooooh, ooh, oooooooooooh,' she grunted, streams of perspiration pouring heavily from her forehead. Their bodies dripped with sweat as they worked harder into a frenzied fury, racing to the climax, each wanting to get to the finish first. Her final subjection to Don Carpenter's depraved desires had become the fiercest and most erotic moment of her life. She was being used as she had never thought possible, and she like it! She loved it! He forced her to do as he wished and she wanted it no other way. There was no thought of her husband Charles or anything else that had been so important to her only a few minutes ago. The intensity of the moment had overtaken her. Bodily pleasure was all she craved and she was getting all that and more too. She was getting it all!
Don could hold back no longer. The rubbing of his lust-engorged cock along the sides of her overheated rectum was taking its toll. He had nearly split her open. But his concern was no longer for forcing her to do what he wanted, for he was rapidly approaching the end of his control. He was at the very threshold of his climax, the pressure deep in his sperm-bloated balls forcing him steadily over. The first spasms of his orgasm unleashed itself deep in his loins as the white hot sperm swarmed up through his desperately contracting penis.
'Now,' he said to the ceiling. 'Now I'm cumming, I'm cummiinnnggg!'
The stabbing jets of his cum shot from his erupting cock like a blasting rocket, the fiery hot liquid spewing into Lisa's lasciviously rotating rectum in streaming wet torrents. She felt as if her belly were being filled with the thick hot cum the same cum that she had swallowed only a few short minutes before. With each slowing thrust of his wildly slamming cock, he forced his burning semen deeper and deeper up inside her and pushed her closer to the edge of her own cataclysmic orgasm.
'Aaamggghhh,' she groaned, as she pushed hard back into him again it felt like a thousand hornets were stinging at her as the muscles of her nakedly writhing belly contracted like a huge serpent, then rose up and struck at its unseen victim. 'I'm cumming, too,' she howled. 'I'm cummmiiunngg, toooooooo!' Like an animal freed from its darkened cage and finally able to see the light of day, she was stunned and blinded by the awesome power of her ravaging climax. It seemed to go on and on forever until, with one final scream of pleasure, Lisa fell forward on the bed exhausted. Never before had she experienced such a total involvement in an orgasm. But also, the end of the climax had brought the end of her desire. The flat white pill she'd unwittingly taken had been no stronger than to last until she had cum one time, and now it was drained from her ravaged body like everything else.
The pain returned to her anus where Don's cock, still half-hard, rested. His reddened penis was sore from the lewd fucking he had just given her tight rear passage, and gently he tried to pull his deflating hardness from her. But even though her nether passage was wet with his sperm, the pain remained and he realized he would have to pull himself out quickly, like removing a splinter. The faster he pulled, the faster the pain would cease.
With one mighty jerk, he yanked his huge member from her backside with a sudden wet sucking noise. 'Oooooh!' she groaned half consciously, tears flooding from her eyes. The final indignity, she thought hazily, and though she wanted to sink into a forgetful sleep, she knew she had to get home to where Charles would be waiting for her. And, feeling the heavy weight of guilt upon her body, she dragged herself from the bed and began to dress.
CHAPTER FIVE
Charles had been sound asleep when Lisa finally arrived home the night before, and the beautiful young wife had spent a guilty sleepless night at his side. She awoke early to avoid seeing him before she could pull herself together with a shower and some coffee, yet still felt nothing but a confused agony when Charles finally came downstairs for breakfast.
'Good morning, darling,' her handsome blonde husband greeted her. 'You were with the Carpenters pretty late last night…'
'Oh well, they had such entertaining stories about the old Hollywood… it was just fascinating…' she lied, and hoped Charles would not ask her too much more about the previous night. She breathed a deep sigh of relief, when he merely sat down at the breakfast table and buried himself, as was his usual custom, behind the LA Times.
'How would you like your eggs this morning, darting?' she asked.
'Over easy,' he mumbled, and then suddenly, with an abrupt motion that startled her, he threw his paper down. 'Damnit,' he said… 'I promised myself I was going to enjoy breakfast with my wife this morning… and this damned force of habit almost made me forget…'
'Oh, that's okay, dear…' My God! she thought. She appreciated his desire to be a better husband… but why couldn't he have picked another morning to turn over a new leaf. Her nerves were all on edge, and Charles was so perceptive, she was terrified that he might start prying about what was bothering her.
'It's not okay, Lisa,' he answered, 'and I know it.' He reached out one powerful arm and grabbed her by the back of her head, pulling her mouth down hard on his. Lisa didn't return the kiss, feeling suddenly a confusion of feelings where guilt and anger at Charles mingled painfully in her heart.
'I realize I haven't been much of a husband to you lately, darling,' Charles said, assuming her coldness was merely her pent up resentment. 'I've been really working like a son-of-a-bitch. But now that the first rushes are in – and they look terrific, just incredible – I'm gonna have more time for you, honey. I've seen a lot of big shots in this town, and they seem empty and half alive. And that's not going to happen to me. And I've met their wives – bored miserable women who spend their time on Rodeo Drive spending money to cover themselves in furs and expensive clothes, and they look like zombies because their hearts have been untouched for years…'
Charles' speech surprised his wife, and she wanted desperately to believe that things would be different. After all, she had put up with this neglect for so long, it shouldn't be so easy to rectify with just a short speech. But she didn't resist as, wordlessly, he took her hand and led her toward the stairs. Her tormented mind did not want to make love, and she held back as he started to climb the stairs to their bedroom.
'What's wrong, Lisa?' Charles asked, turning to her.
'Nothing… I… there's just so much I have to talk to you about…'
'Words can always wait, my love?' Charles smiled suggestively.
Lisa paused, gazing up into her husband's eyes. 'I love you, darling,' she finally said.
'And I love you, and that's all that matters,' Charles replied.
Lisa responded dutifully as he kissed her gently on the lips. She wanted him so badly, but her conscience still fought her desire, her thoughts turning to Don Carpenter again, and what had happened only the night before in the Malibu beach house. She still remembered the erotic pleasure of his expert kisses, the unbelievable excitement of his huge cock as it had slipped inside her, hurting her and yet bringing pleasure at the same time. She could not forget the degradation he had submitted her to, but somehow the thought still managed to excite her. And even now, with her eyes closed, she could imagine the man who was holding her was their famous neighbor and not her husband.
'Let's go to bed,' Charles said, waking her from her illicit reverie. The pleasure of his husky voice in her ear aroused the only barely suppressed desires within her, and she could feel her honey-brown nipples tighten beneath her sheer nightgown. He held her tightly to his side and the legs rubbed sensuously together, exciting her even more as they walked up the steps to their bedroom.
Lisa felt her husband's large hand cup her smooth breasts, covered only by the thin material of her gown as he stepped slightly to the side and let her go through the door before him. Lisa felt her mouth begin to involuntarily salivate and she knew she wanted to suck Charles now, suck him even as she had her sadistic neighbor: but she knew that she could not, not unless he tried something first. She dared not to do anything that would reveal to her husband that she had been unfaithful. She knew she could never let him know about Don and the threat he posed to their lives. What was she going to do?
'Your breasts are so perfect,' Charles half-moaned as he put his hand to her firm breasts and kneaded the softly pliant flesh. The now trembling wife put her arm around her husband's powerful waist as they walked toward the bed, her other hand rubbing across the growing bulge in his trousers as she reached to unfasten his
